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Johnny Horton - Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor Lyrics




The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin' the piano plays a jelly-roll.
The man on the drum is far from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soul.
The tables're quakin' and your nerves're shakin' but you keep on a beggin' for more.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.

[ guitar turnaround]

There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy and she don't sell soda pop.
And there's a fat bartender who's there to serve you if you really wanna blow your top.
If you got no money then there's a little honey she's a gal that you adore.
So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.

[ piano turnaround]

Payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday on Monday you're feelin' sore.
You got two black eyes that you picked up from a little guy the night before.
So you swear off a drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
Bout the goodtimes you had... Lord.
So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
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The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin' the piano plays a jelly-roll.
The man on the drum is far from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soul.
The tables're quakin' and your nerves're shakin' but you keep on a beggin' for more.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.

[ guitar turnaround]

There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy and she don't sell soda pop.
And there's a fat bartender who's there to serve you if you really wanna blow your top.
If you got no money then there's a little honey she's a gal that you adore.
So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.

[ piano turnaround]

Payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday on Monday you're feelin' sore.
You got two black eyes that you picked up from a little guy the night before.
So you swear off a drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
Bout the goodtimes you had... Lord.
So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
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Writer: EDDIE HAZELWOOD, SCOTTY HARRELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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